Things that keep me writing and thinking about writing…

Indecent by Paula Vogel

I saw this play a few days ago, performed by a top notch local theatre and I cannot get it out of head. I experienced some unique and truly indescribable feelings as I watched it unfold.

Fucking rabbits

They ate through a viburnum, two holly bushes, the lower part of an arbor vitae and uprooted tubers and bulbs. The harsh winter pushed them to the brink like it did everyone else. I curse them and love them in the same breath.

The Return of Spring by Bouguereau

 

It’s spring!

-s